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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.