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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.