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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.