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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Index,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.