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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.