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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
X-102,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.