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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.