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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.