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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.