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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.