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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.