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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.