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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.