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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.