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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.