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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.