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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.