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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.