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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Gong,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.