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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.