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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.