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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.