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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
a-ha,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.