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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Yaz,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.