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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.