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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.