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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.