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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.