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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.