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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.