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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.