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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.