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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.