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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.