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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.