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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.