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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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 Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.