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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.