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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.