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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.