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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.