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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.