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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.