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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.