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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.