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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
AZ,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.