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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.