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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.