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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.