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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.