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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.