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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.