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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
MC5,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.