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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.