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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.