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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Symarip,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.