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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.