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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.