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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.