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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.