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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.