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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.