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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.