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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.