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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.