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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.