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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.