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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.