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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.