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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
X-101,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.