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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.