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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.