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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.