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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.