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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.