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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Technova,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Can,
a-ha,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.