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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 Sparks to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.