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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.