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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.