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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.