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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.