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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.