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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Brick,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.