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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.