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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Index,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.