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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.