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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.