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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.