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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.