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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.