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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Standells,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.