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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.