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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.