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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
AZ,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.