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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.