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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.