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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
John Holt,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.