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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.