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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.