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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.