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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.