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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
EPMD,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.