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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.