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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
MDC,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.