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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Index,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.