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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.