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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Index,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.