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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.