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 Iceland and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.