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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.