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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.