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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Kayak,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.