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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.