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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.