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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Litter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.