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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.