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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.