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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.