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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.