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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.