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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.