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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.