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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Smog,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.