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 Australia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.