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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.