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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.