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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.