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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.