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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.