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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.