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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
June Days,
Index,
Unwound,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.