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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.