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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
cv313,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.