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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.