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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.