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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.