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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.