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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.