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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.