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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.