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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.