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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.