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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.