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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.