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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.