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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.