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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.