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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.