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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.