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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.