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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.