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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Wire,
Can,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.