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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
The Kinks,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.