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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.