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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.