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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.