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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
AZ,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.