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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.