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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.