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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.