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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Doors 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.