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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.