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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.