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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.