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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.