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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.