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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
the Association,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.