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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.