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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Organ,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.