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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.