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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.