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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.