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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.