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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Brick,
Pantytec,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.