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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.