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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.