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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.