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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.