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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.