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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.