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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.