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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.