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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
MDC,
Harmonia,
UT,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.