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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
MDC,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
X-102,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.