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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.