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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.