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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.