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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.