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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.