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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.