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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Television,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.