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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Faust,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.