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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.