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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.