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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.