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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.