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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Swans,
World's Most,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.