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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.