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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Magma,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.