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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.