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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.