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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.