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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.