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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.