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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Q65,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.