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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.