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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.