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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.