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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
CMW,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.