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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.