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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Residents,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.