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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.