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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.