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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.