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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.