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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.