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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.