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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.