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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.