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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.