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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.