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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.