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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.