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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Visage,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.