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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.