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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.