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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.