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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.