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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.