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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.