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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
CMW,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.