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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.