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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.