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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
UT,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.