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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.