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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.