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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.