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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.