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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
AZ,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.