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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Q65,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.