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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Busters to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.