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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.