Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.