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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.