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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.