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 India and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.