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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.