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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.