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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.