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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.