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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios 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 jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Technova,
Visage,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.