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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.