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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.