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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.