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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.