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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
ABC,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.