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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.