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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.