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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.