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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.