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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.