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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.