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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.