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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
World's Most,
Slave,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.