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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.