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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.