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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.