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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.