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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Faust,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.