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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.