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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Pole,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.