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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.