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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.