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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.