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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.