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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.