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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.