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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.