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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.