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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.