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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.