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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.