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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Monks,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.