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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.