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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.