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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Slits,
cv313,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.