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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.