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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.