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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.