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 Korea North and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Wire,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.