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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
cv313,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.