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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.