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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.