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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.