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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.