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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.