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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.