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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.