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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.