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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Josef K,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.