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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.