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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.