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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.