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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Aswad,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.