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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.