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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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?
a-ha,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Index,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.