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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.