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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.