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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.