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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.