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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.