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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.