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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Slave,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.