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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.