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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.