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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.