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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.