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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.