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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.