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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
DNA,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.