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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.