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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.