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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.