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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.