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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.