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 Moldova and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Derrick May,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.