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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.