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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Smog,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.