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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.