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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.