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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.