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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.