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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
MDC,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Franke,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.