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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
CMW,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.