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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.