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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.