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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.