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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Organ,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.