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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.