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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.