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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.