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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.