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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.