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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.