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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Pole,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.