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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.