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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.