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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.