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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.