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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Can,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.