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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.