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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.