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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.