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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.