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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.