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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.