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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Das Ding 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.