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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.