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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.