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 India and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.