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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.