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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Ossler,
DNA,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.