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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Icehouse,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.