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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Wire,
The Cure,
Brick,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.