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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.