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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
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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.