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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.