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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.