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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.