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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.