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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
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.