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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.