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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Franke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.