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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.