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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.