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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.