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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.