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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.