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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Smog,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.