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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.