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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
X-102,
Jandek,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.