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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.