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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.