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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.