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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.