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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
MDC,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.