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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.