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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.