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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.