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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.