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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.