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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.