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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.