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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Scion,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.