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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.