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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.