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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.