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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.