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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Can,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.