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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.