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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Television,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.