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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.