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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 June Days to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.