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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Television,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.