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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Technova,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.