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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.