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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.