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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.