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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.