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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.