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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.