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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.