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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.