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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.