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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.