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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.