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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.