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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.