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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.