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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The Move,
cv313,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.