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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.