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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Names,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.