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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.