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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.