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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.