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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.