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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.