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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.