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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Can,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.