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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.