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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.