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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.