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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.