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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.