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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Faust,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.