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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.