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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.