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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.