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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.