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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.