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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
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Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.