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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.