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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Gong,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.