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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
June of 44,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.