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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Mars,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
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.