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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.