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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.