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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.