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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.