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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.