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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.