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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.