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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Niagra,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.