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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.