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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.