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 Cameroon 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.