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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.