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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Scion,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.