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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.