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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.