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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.