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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.