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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.