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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Urselle,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.