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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.