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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.