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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.