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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.