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 United States and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.