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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.