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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.