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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.