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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Remains,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.