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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.