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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Hashim,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.