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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.