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 Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Whodini,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.