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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.