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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.