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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.