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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.