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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.