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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.