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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.