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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.