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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Index,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.