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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.