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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.