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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.