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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.