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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
X-102,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.