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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.