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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.