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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.