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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Technova,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.