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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Slits 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.