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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.