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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.