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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.