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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.