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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.