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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.