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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.