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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.