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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.