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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.