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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.