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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.