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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.