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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.