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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.