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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.